Have you ever said I need a vacation from my vacation? We load up vacations with every imaginable activity trying to create memories for ourselves and our families, and when we return to our routine, we are simply exhausted! What was the point of the vacation- Well, I find myself saying…I’m recovering from my recovery. … More Recovering from Recovery
A few months back, when I simply could not write, I began to read my blogs from years past. I realized that reading my own words started to heal me. I found it fascinating that I was inspired to write what would heal me years later in my life. I had insight, for a moment, … More My own words healed me…
I did nothing…absolutely nothing! Some would call it observing the Sabbath or a mental health day. I spent an entire Saturday in my pajamas. No TV, no background music. No conversations, no texting. Just reading, meditating, journaling and laying still. Some of you may have felt that the entire year of 2020 was your Sabbath, … More What I did on Saturday…
It’s called CPV It has a name Never in a million years did I ever think I would utter these words. I am a victim of Child/Parent Violence. It falls under the definition of domestic violence from a child towards a parent. That’s what happened to me, to our family. I do not share this … More It has a name…
There I was sitting across from my son getting ready to be as vulnerable as possible, not truly knowing how he would receive my heart. And so, I leaped! I was nervous, but I needed him to know of my inner sorrow so that I could heal our brokenness. And then it happened…healing and wholeness. We … More Hold him…
How do I inspire when it’s me that needs to BE inspired. It’s hard to write when your life is experiencing chaos and turmoil. It’s hard to write when all you want to do is lay in bed and sleep until your trial is over. It’s hard to write when what you want to say … More Just write…
When his name was called, we walked into the lab room. They asked my husband to hold Rob in his lap and hold down his little arms so that they could draw a significant amount of blood. My husband’s legs began to shake, and his tears just flowed as he watched Rob so quietly, without … More The Waiting Room (Part 2)